I stand, watching the world, feeling cold, all the time,
Enjoying the feeling, I abhor excess heat,
I look down on much of your lives,
From the bottom of the social ladder, funny...
I feel powerful and destined for heroic purpose,
But I'm weak and don't seem to be going anywhere,
I feel good, though, happy, but out of service,
I'm a dreamer and a poet, not much else is there?
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